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 Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 9:47 am
The Federal Bureau of Investigations (FBI)
"Fidelity, Bravery, and Integrity"
Disclaimer: The RP is based off the actual government branch, but I don't own anything or anyone that belongs there...
The FBI is a long standing institution of the United States Government that specializes in many different aspects in enforcing the law, these include protection against terrorism, investigating kidnappers, and national bank robberies. There are many different fields within the Federal Bureau of Investigations, but the main role is usually played by Special Agents that specialize in a different backgrounds and educational roles.
Roles within the FBI:
Chief:
Special Agents: James M. Knight
Computer Specialists:
Crime Scene Specialists:
Weapon's Specialist:
Linguists:
Fingerprint Expert:
Intelligence Research Specialists:
Demolition Expert:
Laborers:
Secretaries:
Others: (I'll add a special title if someone were to give me one)
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The Rules:
1. Follow all gaia online rules
2. Be Literate (There should be very few spelling/grammar mistakes)
3. Assignments/Tasks will be assigned once a week; and it should be completed within that week and maybe two days.
4. Depending on how many people actually join up with this thread..there will be different task teams that will often rotate.
5. Profiles Should be PMed.
*Two or more positions.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 9:48 am
[u][i][b]Profile:[/b][/i][/u]
[u][b]Basic Character Information[/b][/u]
[b]Name[/b]:
[b]Age[/b]: (Must be at least 23 for Special Agent Vacancies)
[b]Personality:[/b] (4 sentence minimum 2 paragraph maximum )
[b]Brief History[/b](4 sentence minimum 3 paragraph maximum )
[u][b]Physical Appearances:[/b][/u]
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[b]Weight:[/b]
[b]Build:[/b] Thin, lanky, muscular?
[b]Eye Color:[/b]
[b]Hair Color:[/b]
[b]Ethnic Background:[/b] Caucasian, African, Hispanic, Middle Eastern, Asian...ect.
[b]Photograph:[/b] (( Completely optional, but give the link if you do want to provide a photograph..and make it a real person rather then any anime pic..))
[u][b]Educational Background[/b][/u]
[b]High School Attended:[/b]
[b]Undergraduate College Attended:[/b]
[i]Majors:[/i]
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[b]Graduate School Attended: (Optional)[/b]
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 9:52 am
Character Directory Quote: Basic Character Information-Name: James M. Knight Age: 29 Personality: Not too friendly, he is the type to speak up and when he sees something he doesn't approve of. Quiet though, not shy, but just doesn't speaks, he works mainly by himself but does enjoy company. He can be charming to the ladies if they get to know him. James does have a temper, a bad one, you don't want to piss him off. Yet he has a good mind and a good soul. Even though with a good soul, his hard mean exterior, he had been given the nickname of the "The Black Knight" Brief History: The "Black Knight" was born in Harlem, New York on January 11 twenty-nine years ago, he wasn't raised in that terrible district once he was born, his mother and father picked up and left for Edison NJ, one of the smallest communities in the state, not even shown on a map. At the age of six, he had a high intellectual status, in other words he was smart, really smart. By the time he was eight he was the youngest kid at his James Madison Highschool, and was he was the top of his class. Once he graduated, at age twelve, he fadded out of view, not seen by his friends, or family, only his mother saw him once in a while, when he came out the Exercise Room they had, in other words the basement. By fifteen he was much active again being seen outside, working at the nearby grocery store just to get out of the house. He was muscular by then, not buff but lean. He decided that small town life was getting too old, he needed to get out and see the world, so he picked up and went to college at sixteen. Harvard University, he graduated at the top of his class, again, but his life he wasted, even though smart, he hadn't been in anything exciting, hasn't had many friends in his life. James would follow what remainder of his youth in the United States Army, this was the hardest thing he had ever done, marching constantly through the rain, snow, and the blistering summer heat at Fort Bragg wasn't his idea of spending the rest of his life in, but the Army had given him something, the sense of meaning, he left the Army at twenty-five, at the rank of Sergeant First Class and jumped at the FBI, he might as well do something in his life which could combine everything he knew. Physical Appearances-Height: 6'0" Weight: 191lbs Build: Athletic/ Lean Eye Color: Dark Brown Hair Color: Brownish/ Black Ethnic Background: Caucasian/ African-American /Asian Educational Background- High School Attended: James Madison Highschool Undergraduate College Attended: Harvard College Majors: Psychology ; Biomedical/Medical Engineering Minors: n/a Graduate School Attended: (Optional)
Specialty: Psychology, General
Inside the Bureau-
FBI Job Description: Special Agent
Specialty: Assaults
Other: None Tikki Bikki Profile:
Basic Character Information
Name: Lyca Warfield
Age: 23
Personality: Lyca's personality could simply be described as a Wild child. She is friendly, comes off as a shy person at first depending on her feelings towards an individual. The manner in which she acts towards people is all in the vibe she gets about them. Lyca by nature is naturally and totally fickle. The way her mind works is a wonder; simple yet utterly complicated. She is such a mischievous, playful, teasing person yet mysterious and very secretive. She laughs a lot though, ever full of smiles and grins. Catching her at the worst of moments is very rare for she can be really daunting and scary. Overall she is a dynamic and slightly self-centered person.
Brief History Her background is one no one could write about. In her early years she knew nothing about her mother and was brought up by her father. Her father was a wanted criminal. Her father was a rich mafia gang member who was imprisoned in a secret jail. Before his capture, he as a single parent raised Lyca as any father would -- lovingly and caring. He had also taught her what he'd learnt from his experiences in gangs and other dark secretive things of that nature. She'd even been present at a few meetings her papa use to hold. But no one knows all of that, no one knows her past or how her mind ticks... All people knew is that her mom was dead and her father who was overseas was now dead. Only those high ranking in the FBI knew the truth and those in the records department.
Lyca's upbringing had influenced the way she thought and her love for explosives and technology. She'd gone to the best of schools on scholarship due to her athletic abilities and her brains. Not overly smart but smart enough to have the regular 'A's in her report card. She joined the FBI in hopes of beginning a good name for her family and she saw it as the only occupation where her 'talents' were legally appreciated and used for good. Joining the FBI was her contribution to the society and her form of helping children who had a similar life to hers.
Physical Appearances:
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 119
Build: Slim and Athletic
Eye Color: Dark Aquamarine
Hair Color: Blonde
Ethnic Background: Caucasian-Asian / Hispanic
Photograph: Lyca Warfield
Educational Background
High School Attended: Saint Emily High School
Undergraduate College Attended: Harvard
Majors: Computer Engineering, Programming and Mechanical Engineering
Minors: Architecture
Specialty: Vehicles and Computer Systems / Technology
Ruuvan Profile:Basic Character InformationName: Jacob Haines Age: 32 Personality: Most people tend to stay away from Jacob due to the fact his explosive personality and the fact he is ex-military whereas most other agents are not, but the case is much the opposite. If one were to just start talking with the man, they would find a warm and friendly person who is ready to meet new people and be "out there". There are, however, two sides to him. In public areas and social gatherings, he tends to be very warm and outgoing, but when he's on a mission or getting into something he finds extremely interesting, he'll snap out at you if you step out of line; this could be down to his lust for knowledge or his military training, one of the two. Another thing about Jacob is that he is too modest about anything he takes pride in. People congratulating his knowledge, or just noticing how he looks, he all takes with little or no words said in return. Brief History To say that Jacob was born into the military would be an understatement; a fifth generation soldier with his forefathers all being in one battle or another, but it was in the quieter times that he was born to an ex-SAS turned military advisor and a translator on an RAF base East of Aldershot. Most of his friends born in the same environment skipped most of their education in order to get a head start, but being one to think first before acting, Jacob went as far up the educational ladder he could until he was 19, coming out with a first-class degree in Chemistry and Physics short courses. With this he was able to go into the military with the choice of being an officer in in charge of the Chemical Warfare unit or a demolitions Sergeant in the infantry - he chose the latter. He stayed with the infantry corps for three years until his impressive demolitions capabilities and high scores on all physical tests sparked the next SAS recruitment drive. It was obvious from the beginning that he was Special Forces material; going back for fallen team members and taking command when all seemed lost, but his real talent lay in explosives. Jacob spent three years, half of his SAS career, in the main fireteams that went in and completed the objectives. It wasn't until most of his initial squad were killed in action that he decided to take a "back seat" in the bomb disposal and placement unit, but he still saw his fill of action. During the Iranian Embassy Siege, he was one of the demolitions experts that thought of using directional charges to blow the reinforced windows in order to get the operatives in and stop the siege. With that achievement secured under his many successes, Jacob spent a further three years in the same squad before being transferred to the US as an advisor for the SEALs. Towards the end of his time within the SEALs, Jacob was approached by members of the FBI who had done so via the military and proposed that he did the same. It ended up being his ticket to continue doing what he loved: Blowing things up. Physical Appearances:Height: 5'11" Weight: 175lbs Build: Athletic/Toned Eye Color: Sea Green Hair Color: Auburn Ethnic Background: Caucasian Photograph: Not on File Educational Background (British System)University Attended: Bradford University Short Course Degree: - Chemsitry, Class 1 - Physics, Class 1 Military Background- 3 years British Armed Forces (Infantry/Demolitions) - 6 years British SAS (Operative/Demolitions) - 1 year US Forces Advisor - 1 year US Army (Demolitions) - 2 years US Navy SEALs (Operative/Demolitions) Inside the BureauFBI Job Description: With his military history and extensive used of demolitions equipment, Jacob normally assists any operatives on the field in much the same way as the agents; he has skills with firearms and assault tactics, but his main use is getting into places via explosives or destroying something for an objective. Specialty: Demolitions
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 9:55 am
::Updates::
10-December-2005// FBI Roleplay Created
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 9:57 am
::Teams Assigned/Assignments::Quote: Operation: Hide'n'SeekOperatives: James M. Knight Mission Brief: There has been an attempt on the life of the president of Greece by a group who wants to overthrow their government. Although one group is largely suspected by a variety of people, and many people pointed fingers at the group, there is absolutely no evidence that would prove to be able to condemn them. The President of Greece has called upon the United States more specifically the Federal Bureau to handle this case. Our job is to investigate all operations and interests the group might have for the government of Greece. Mission Objectives:-->Get Two Operatives into the base of operations (Undercover). -->Find any and all information that pertains to the Greek Government -->Try to find any evidence on explosives in all located facilities that the group uses -->More Objectives will be in place by leader of Operation: Elizabeth Miller Undisclosed Information:-->Meet operative leader and group in undisclosed location. (Roman Catholic Church in Athens, Greece)
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 6:52 am
[Finally, someone has joined and I can begin.]
The plane was suppose to take off five minutes ago, or maybe his watch was wrong again... Knight muttered a swear and shifted uneasily in his seat. He sat on the seat closest to the window, centered on the wing of the aircraft, he hated flying, hell he hated climbing a ladder back at his house. James always disliked heights and spending five hours over the Atlantic Ocean heading towards Greece, at about thirty-thousand feet above the Earth, gave him the chills. James remembered when he was eleven, slipped and fell off the roof of his father's house and fell to stories two hit a bush, the bush saved him from cracking his skull open, thats when he hated heights.
If he was lucky, James would fall asleep long before the plane landed, he gave a wide yawn, rubbing a hand through his black hair, glanced at the duffle bag that lay in the seat next to him and closed his eyes, Knight opened them again at the sound of the engines beginning to start up, or maybe it was in his head. He didn't know, he attempted to close his eyes again, this time they didn't open.
The Black Knight slept soundly.
The flight was boring, what could James expect from five hours sitting, he didn't as much sleep as he wanted, once the plane was in the air, his eyes were wide open, constantly glancing at the planes wing. At least now he was on solid ground.
He was hungry but he didn't really stop to get anything to eat, his ride, a taxi, was waiting for him at the front of the airport, and he didn't want to keep the driver waiting. Carrying his duffle bag, he exited the airport, and entered his ride in a matter of minutes."Roman Catholic Church, now." James spoke, his serious tone, made the driver jump. The driver knew where the church was, and most likely he heard the urgency in Knight's voice. The driver put his foot on the gas. Knight gave a rare smile while he put on his dark shades, this was going to pretty easy. Well hopefully.
Knight's cab driver stopped, the turned around he had thick beard, and a round face, that reminded James of his father. This driver spoke English, yet no very well, he opened his small mouth and said. "Tenty." The driver spoke, he turned back around and pointed towards the Roman Catholic Church to the right of them.
James didn't understand what the man said, he said 'tenty', maybe he ment twenty, Knight didn't know. He nodded at the driver, and pulled out a single crisp Euro, hell it was a hundred dollar bill but Knight didn't mind, truthfully he would have given the driver more if he didn't need the money to check into the hotel. He gave the man the bill, and opened the car door quickly and slid out the right side of the car. The driver looked down at the hundred and then back at James, he gave a small smile and said. "Thank you."
Knight snatched up his duffle bag, and said. "No problem." He doubted the driver would understand but it was worth trying. The driver nodded, and placed his foot on the gas, he was gone, turning at the next block. James turned, holding the dufflebag's handle with a deathgrip, and walked towards the church.
The cloths that he wore slowed him down, he just noticed that, the black boots were the problem, but the white shirt and blue jeans didn't really bother him. He needed shoes, but he could worry about that later. He entered the church, stopping he bowed his head slightly, and stepped in.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 3:18 am
Lyca had been in Greece a week earlier and had taken the time to go sight-seeing and shopping. Already she knew a few interesting places like the beaches and the location of the Roman Catholic Church. Just like herself, she'd also made a few acquaintances with guys she thought were interesting and would reel her away from boredom at the time being. She'd spent part her day at the beach with Felicien, a childhood friend of hers, and his girlfriend. It was Felicien who gave her the free ride to the church since it was on the same route to his destination, somewhere farther down from the church.
Felicien had stopped the car infront of the Church giving Lyca time to be more careful packing her stuff.
"Please take the surfboard to my room and the other stuff. I'll take my bagpack. Sank you!"
"Au revoir mon cherie and its no problemo. See you later" Felicien said before hugging her with the most playful and curious expression on his face. He was very confused to see her going to a Roman Catholic Church.
"Adieu."
She grabbed her bagpack, shut the door, and Felicien drove off. Nearing the entrance of the church she reached into her bag pack for a shirt to put over her bikini top. She brought out a hotpink longsleeve mid riff top which she quickly wore before opening the doors. It wasn't exactly appropriate for it exposed part of her tan torso but it would have to do for the moment. She dropped her bag pack by the side of the door and rechecked the belt that held the over baggy army print pants. Okay so it was a bit low but this was the first time she was meeting a group of people in a church. The only part of her clothing that didn't seem so out of place was the thick soled pink flip-flops.
Lyca carried her bagpack and opened the door to see a man she'd never seen before. "Hello, had a nice flight?"
((I'll edit later.. Must go quickly))
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 7:16 pm
"My flight?" He chuckled and clinched and unclinched his right hand. Through most of the flight he slept well if you didn't count little demon behind him kicking the seat repeatedly, plus the boy continued to wine every chance he got. James wished that somehow that he someone would move and a open spot could have been available but the plane was packed and every space was being used. "Could have been better..." He smiled, he knew who the woman was -as team leader he should know.
Her name was Lyca Warfield, twenty-three. She majored in Computer Engineering, Programming and Mechanical Engineering. She had a impressive record and her IQ was off the charts, she would be a valuable asset on this mission. She had a hard life -unlike him. He read it in her file.They never meet personaily but he could tell she could be trusted... He could see it in her eyes. You tell everything about a person by looking in their eyes that's why his were always covered.
"How was your week stay?" Knight asked, he slung his bag over his shoulder feeling it's weight dragging his arm down was a burden and peered at her through anti-flash sun glasses.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 6:25 am
"Poor you!" Said Lyca after hearing about his flight. She could imagine some little kid banging at the back of his chair, making noise, and raising hell. She could picture him being stuck with the kid, praying for an exchange of seats with anyone. She laughed and her laughter ceased with a smile on her face. Dropping her bag pack close to where she would've sat. "My week stay was fun, I feel so relaxed and reluctant to begin mission. Wondering who our team leader is. I went to beaches, met up with a couple of old friends... I could take you around..." Lyca continued, looking back at him where she should have seen his eyes but they were covered by anti-flash glasses. She brushed her blonde hair to one side and raked through it with her fingers. "We could go clubbing..I could take you to my favourite restaurants... Hell you may as well be my room-mate. All that can happen whenever you want"
Her smile transformed in to a lazy playful grin, "Don't me wrong. Not asking to be involved with you. Just thought it might be fun for you. I'm Lyca... Lyca Warfield. I specialize with vehicles, explosives and computers..." Walking towards James with her right arm out stretched for a hand shake. It was strange that he was wearing dark glasses in a church but she wouldn't comment. After all she was not dressed appropriately for the meeting.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 9:38 am
He smiled, "James Knight. Teamleader." He gripped he out stretched hand. His eyes scanned the church, peering at the windows that took up most of the walls to their left and right, then doors that he could see far down at the otherside. "I think clubbing should be spent after the mission, don't you?"
He released her hand. "I think we should wait outside, and see if any more members of the team get here. If not, we'll just go to Hotel and wait there... They can call me if they want to know where we are." He shifted the bag on his shoulder, it seemed like it got heavier. He knew all about Ms. Warfield, he read it in her file on the plane flight and meeting her right now, she was going to be a valuable asset to the team and trust worthy at that. Yet little was shown about her history in those files... Which ususally was the section that is most filled, in the case of his he literally had no history. Except if those two peices of paper in his section history.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 12:53 am
"Teamleader?!" Lyca was surprised, she had earlier been so informal with him. "You must have the worst first impression about me but excuse meh behaviour!" The name rung a bell in her head. She'd heard about him in Harvard and in the department she worked in. He was often referred to as the 'Black Knight' and he specialized in assaults. As team leader he would have access to her background -- just that mere thought made Lyca tense. Hopefully she didn't have anything in her history profile when information about her was handed to him. If he knew and he kept quiet about it he was then someone she could rely on. Perhaps he didn't even know which was a relieving thought to her.
She raked her hair with her fingers, turning around and heading back to the pew where she kept her bagpack. She leaned over and pulled her bag towards her. "Sure!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 2:53 pm
"Yeah, I don't really seem like the TL type do I?" He smiled but it quickly fadded into a stern apparence. "Remember appearences can be deceiving and if you keep your attitude up like that. Let's just say that I do not find a bullet to the brain amusing." He shrugged, "Let's just get outside, and get a taxi. The other agents will meet us at the hotel."
With that he turned on his heel and moved back towards the entrance without another word. He wanted to get out of the public view, this place was not something he enjoyed being. Athens he was no familiar with, and the locations were all a blur to him. At least one agent knew the realitive area.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 6:37 pm
"You're sending me to Athens?" Jacob had taken his orders straight to the Boss as soon as he got them, not hiding any protests he had to the mission, "You've seen my file and you know I've been there before. What's to say these people aren't the same ones I almost shut down?"
"I know how you feel about returning, Jake, but those are your orders. Need I remind you we chose you for the FBI, not the other way around?" Normally the Boss saying this would have no effect, but it held something deeper this time, almost as if they would remove him from their services if he didn't partake in this mission, "So I'm telling you: Go to Athens and carry out your orders."
"Sir..." Jake had admitted defeat, for reasons best left alone, and turned out of the office to leave. He had left the mission briefing on the Boss' table as a reminder to his objection, but he was still going on the damn mission.
~A Few Weeks Later~
"Here is your key, sir. I'll have the bags taken to your ro--"
"No, actually. I don't think you will." Jake half smiled at the man behind the counter and hoisted his large suitcases from the floor, turning from the counter and heading towards the centre of the foyer. He was meant to meet the rest of his team, but they were thus far running a bit late; his explosives history making him extremely perceptive to time mainly because bombs didn't wait for people to get to them, they just went off and caused a lot of trouble. As for his reason not to get the cases taken, let's just say they contained items relating to his job and they were not to be taken lightly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 12:23 am
"Hmm" Mumbled Lyca following behind Knight, he did truely live up to his nickname, the Black Knight. Kind at heart but with a mean exterior. The urge to stick out her tongue at him was gowing bigger and bigger that she bit it firmly and winced slightly at the pain. She pulled the hem of her mid-riff top lower to cover up the top piece of her beach-wear. Inside hidden by the smile on her face was a sinking feeling that this was one of those long missions. Lyca moved ahead of James and flagged down a taxi.
She moved around the taxi and sat next to the driver and left the back seat all for James. There was no way she would seat would someone who couldn't be more gentlemanly, how could he state that he wouldn't be surprised if a bullet got to her brain. She dragged her bag pack on her lap and brought out a laptop incase a plastic cover. The laptop she propped on to the bag. She turned to say something in the Greek language about where she and James were going and the route. "We should be at the hotel in approximately nine minutes and twenty three seconds, sir." Then she bent back over her laptop and being typing rapidly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 2:27 pm
He nodded his head silently and stared out the other window, James was a cold man, he knew that himself and wished that he wasn't. Yet to him it was more instinct than emotion, he automaticly was harsh person. The agent sighed. A good start for your little mission, Mr. Knight. He thought, I already have one agent hating me.
He shifted in the backseat and gazed out the window, he removed his glasses, showing two pale scars, one downing down each side of his eyes. James rubbed his eyes which were in ached, then he relaxed placing his glasses back on. He didn't think that Lyca noticed and hopefully didn't.
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